A/N: I just couldn't stop myself! I never ever ever thought I'd branch away from my beloved Covert Affairs, but in a whirlwind of a couple (very awesome!) weeks, I have just seen every episode of Ugly Betty, and I am so in love! I'm guessing this has been done already, but please be nice to me anyway! Depending on how this goes, I might try and do something else for this fabulous show. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Don't own Ugly Betty. :*(

Pretty Betty


"Oop—sorry…" She glanced up at me. "Daniel." She was looking at me like she couldn't believe I was there. I couldn't believe I was there. She looked—breathtaking.


She offered me her smile, full of pure hope and joy. "What are you doing here?"

What was I supposed to say? Betty, I think I'm in love with you? After all the women I'd been with, I knew that Betty was different. She was good and hopeful and happy and pure… and I didn't want a fling or a one-night stand with her. I wanted a laughter-filled, joyful, endless, sing-glory-hallelujah eternity with her.

I had been an idiot for so long, but Betty… Betty had always been there. She was the one perfect thing in my life of mess-ups and mayhem, and the thought of losing her had crushed me.

I was just standing there, taking in her glowing eyes and curious smile, when I realized she was waiting for me to reply to her question. "Wha-what did you ask me?" I managed to ask, and she grinned.

"What are you doing here?" she asked again, and I felt like an idiot. Strike one for Daniel.

"I, uh… I resigned from Meade."

"What? Why?"

How was I supposed to tell her that I'd follow her to the ends of the earth, if it meant she would flash me her brilliant smile or hug me just one more time? "I just… my heart wasn't in it anymore. It was time to move onto something new."

She reached out and tugged me toward the steps, and I sat down next to her. "I'm glad you're here," she was saying.

Yeah, me, too, I thought. I was going crazy in New York.

"Daniel, why didn't you say good-bye?"

I could see the hurt in her eyes, but I didn't know what to say. I'd never been a great communicator, especially when it came to women, and I was just now realizing what life without Betty would be like.

"I'm sorry," I heard myself whispering.

I usually wasn't the apologizing type, but she brought out the very best in me. I wasn't even sure what I was saying as the words tumbled from my mouth. "I just… Betty, nobody has ever been there for me like you have. Not my father, not Alexis, not even my mom. It was a little hard to process, okay?"

She leaned over and kissed my cheek before slipping her arm through mine, hugging me as she rested her cheek against my shoulder. "I'm just glad you came, period."

The silence strung between us comfortably, but, after a few minutes, she asked, "So what are you going to do now?"

I stared out at the people milling around in the courtyard below. "I—I don't know. I thought I might stick around here for a while, discover something I'm good at, besides…"

"Besides what?"

"Picking up women."

She glanced over at me and laughed. "Daniel… how many times do I have to tell you?"


She smiled this time. A smile filled with confidence and affection. At least, I hoped it was confidence and affection. "You can do anything you set your mind to. Look what you did at Mode! You've always been more than just a pretty face."

I grinned over at her. "You think I'm a pretty face?"

She rolled her eyes and shoved my shoulder with a laugh. "You're incorrigible."

I grinned smugly as I glanced out into London. "Thank you."

I didn't have to look to know she was rolling her eyes again as she bumped her shoulder with mine.

A/N: So what do you think? I am trying to decide whether or not I should continue it. I have some ideas, but I'm already busy on another fic for Covert Affairs, and I have inordinate amounts of homework, so if you'd like to see it continued, please review and let me know!